Still not a lot to say, so I painted today!
And wrote a silly poem while painting.
Trapped in the pit of the belly of a fish
In despair and fear, Jonah’s only wish
Should have gone to Nineveh, instead I ran to Tarshish
Three days in the dark wishing he was dead
In the cold and the stench, seaweed wrapped around his head
Crying out to God, wished he’d listened to what He’d said
Vomited on a beach, now ready to preach
Depression and fear, no longer are near
So looking at this story, we’ve been saved by God’s grace
Like my friend Jonah, the emotional basket case.